I was watching one of those animal adventure programmes on TV the other night. The two legs had been watching football and shouting and screaming all over the place and I just lay back and enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the adventure.
It set me thinking about why I didn't have more adventures, so I resolved to do something about it. It was Sunday morning and the usual domestic hush fell as they went about their business - cooking, cleaning, ironing and reading newspapers. I set off on my adventure.
I had planned it very well and knew where the difficult bits would be. The first was the need to balance on the bowl and leap across, grab the hanging bit in my mouth and land without splitting or tearing it. I climbed up on the seat - thoughtfully the two legs had left the seat down - I didn't want to add the complication of a balancing act across that chasm of water.
I leapt, grabbed the hanging piece of toilet paper and made a rush for the stairs with it intact. The paper unravelled nicely and I managed to get to the second stair before I lost my grip and had to let go. I was pleased with myself.
When the two legs saw it there was the usual hysterical shouting but they did actually then start to laugh and he said I was like the Andrex puppy - what a cheek that was - i'm a cat 100%. I watched him re-roll all the paper and he was still chuckling.
Can't wait to do that one again.
See you soon
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